Originally Posted by
Burney
I was antiquing at the time. I got a rather nice pilgrim's flask with a naive depiction of a shepherd, while the wife took a shine to a Royal Doulton match holder/striker. Then we had a rather nice lunch. She had cod cheeks with chilli, garlic and spring onions followed by fish stew, while I had venison croquettes followed by jägerschnitzel.
By the time I remembered we were playing Tottenham, it was all over. I saw the result, shrugged and went about my business.
Life's too short to put oneself through the distress of watching North London derbies, I'm afraid. They're best ignored.